Explosions boomed, and sparks flew from blades. The room was covered in scars and burns some areas were even frozen. It was a battlefield, but with no death and blood. What you felt in here is the harshness of what they were doing. The rush of adrenaline of being on alert heightens it felt like a battlefield. Not a mock battle, but a real one. Like that the sense of danger flew through me. I drew a short blade from behind my back and parried almost ten stealth blades. With that, I caught one of the ten edges with my empty hand and threw it at the area where the sides few from.
It sliced through the air aiming towards the person who was targeting me. With that the survival instincts that I accumulated surviving not knowing if that would be your last days on earth. The blade hit the person shoulder because the person dodged that's when I went full speed appearing where the person landed after falling. It only lasted a few seconds, and I was already holding my blade to the person throat who turned out to be the assassin hero. Zealander Swift, he is known for silent killing. His background is unknown all most remember about him is that he is more of a go it alone than a team player. Of course, the way he kills his enemies is the reason why most people call him an assassin. Exaggerating well that's a no although I heard that he does occasionally fight head to head rather than back to lead.
Seeing his hands up in surrender I knew that when I released him and removed my blade from his neck I would need to keep my eye on him. With that Swift whistled as soon as I carried out my plan. Looking around I realized that it was way too quiet. That's when I knew that they all saw the way I did all I did. With that a tall man that looked about as big as General Mattis maybe a little less bulky and cleanly shaven. He walked over, and I knew he wasn't a hero but a person most likely higher in rank than the general. With him walking over I realized his eyes were on Swift.
Swift seemed to know that this was not something that the man was going to watch and not respond to. So he spoke trying to remain calm in his voice like he was in his appearance, "Now calm down high general, calm down, It was only meant for kicks. I only wanted to test the newb that I heard was the new hero." Although Swift seemed to calm the ever so small steps that he took back trying to get away from whom he called the high general was obvious.
Once I thought more about the label of high general, there is only one that came to my mind, Maximus Elkon. The man most trusted by the king, and one of the most influential men on the eastern seaboard. Now I see why Swift seems so afraid of the high general he is that general. A man that could kill two demon beasts barehanded if he wanted. There is a reason to be frightened then, but honestly, I wouldn't try to provoke the man. But before I could stop myself, I held my blade against the general's neck and said, "High general Elkon, please calm down you look ready to kill the man who is a matter of a fact a hero." With that, the general stopped seeing that I was unscathed. He looked at me like as if he had seen someone more daring then him almost like a cliff diver seeing a skydiver jump right above them through trees and survived. Honestly, I almost laughed.
Looking closer at him this time glaring I said in a stern voice, "If you are calm for this time the next time that this happens then yes have at him, but right now I just want to get things over with." before walking over to a table to sit the king started laughing again. It is kind of annoying, to be honest, but I continued to walk then I sat down. Trying to remain calm I set my elbows on the table and rested my head on my fists.
Looking over at me the other heroes sat down at the table. At the table sat a woman that was apparently in her thirties, from her outfit you could tell she was a mage. I think she is the mage hero, her name I believe is Mrs. Alexa Julian Asher sister of the king. I guess she is the wife of Craig Smoke Asher; he is what we call a province king. He is king the king here, but he is the king of a smaller area. Sitting next to her was a man who looked to be in his twenties. If I remember correctly he is the swordsman hero. As the title implies he is a swordsman, his name is Alexander Clemitite. Alexander's history is unknown to the public even his looks by most people are said to look demonic, but that is because of rumors. Other than that his account is like Swift's, unknown.
With that Princess, Quinne sat down on a chair with what looks like luxurious cushions. With that Swift removed his mask and sat down. Without his cover, he seemed almost normal with his looks he seemed to be in his twenties as well. With all the heroes sitting those who are not heroes stood behind the others so that they can see my face. Pretending not to want to stand and apologize for my rudeness I forced myself to be calm and not move so all I did to keep from jumping was tap my fingers. The others seemed nervous when I started to draw, but I think that is because when I force myself not to do something, I sort of start glaring.
Deciding sense, I was rude I decided to introduce myself *Sigh* which is one thing that I don't want to do, "Well thank you, Zealander Swift, for your quick... Swift is welcoming, but I think that it shall be rude if I don't properly introduce myself." With my small joke in there, Swift was trying not to snort at my coney joke. *Sigh* need to continue need to continue, "Now since I already know who you are I don't care if you introduce yourselves. Though since I am the one to intrude, I shall introduce myself. My name is Clev James I am from a small town in the middle of nowhere. So if I do something offensive, please tell me because I most likely didn't realize that what I did was rude." With a quick nod of my head, I finished my introduction.